Friday, May 9  

Easy

People call women who sleep with men under loose circumstances “easy”. What they mean is that the man hasn’t worked hard enough to get it, hasn’t a) spent enough money b) given enough up or c) made any commitments to their interest in ever getting it again. Therefore, the woman herself is “easy”. You never hear “too easy”. Just “easy” like amenability in itself is worthy of contempt.

Strange that the opposite of “difficult” still manages to be a pretty harsh condemnation in the lexicon of femininity. Either way, Vic’s always thought it was a bullshit insult. It's actually quite nice to be easy.

easy: adjective Requiring or indicating little effort, thought, or reflection.

When it comes down to it, Vic’s easy. She’s easy going, easy to get to know, definitely easy to convince.

So when William is still in her apartment when she gets home from work, it doesn’t take long before they get down to the sort of thing people get down to when they’ve been in love and are still grasping at some of that old warmth.

They do it hard. Which isn’t their usual style. William bites Vic’s shoulder as he pushes her onto the bed. Vic shoves him back, but opens her legs. He puts the strength of his hands onto her hips as he holds her down, pulling up on her ass as he forces himself into her.

She forgets for 15 minutes that she doesn’t want to get hurt by William again. But when it’s over, she remembers.

Directly afterward, as it always is during these reacquainting sessions of theirs, William leaps up from the bed and starts dressing. He has to go, busy day tomorrow, something, something. Vic doesn’t mind that he’s leaving. She wouldn’t like him to stay. But his speed juxtaposes itself against their past in technicolour and she can’t help but watch the old slowmotion movies that flick past her eyes...

She remembers the time William (just 21 and still golden) stood up in front of their bed, her juices still on him and waggled his cock from side to side. He turned his hips quickly so it swatted his hip bones. And he laughed like he was 5 years old. She laughed too. She looked at him standing there nude and said “You’re fucking crazy. I can’t get enough of you.” He cocked his eyebrow, came back to the bed and said “I’ll never stop giving it to you.”

He had nowhere to go except to her. Nowhere he’d wanted to go. And she was the same. Easy.